The fair is in town and we thought we'd make an appearance last night. It was not as hot as it has been in past years, but the food and games were in keeping with our previous NEMO fair experience as well as the high standard of freak we're used to seeing there.
Question for you: When was the last time you saw a real live mullet in person, not in some picture that you got in an email? Well, I can honestly say that I sighted a perfect specimen! And here it is:
We went on rides, ate funnel cake, cotton candy, and corn dogs, the girls played a fishing game, and we looked at stinky animals. I just love the fair.
Without a doubt, the most exciting part of the night was when we sat in the arena to watch the bull-riding. I'm not sure my bull-riding spectator experience exceeds what little I've seen on that movie 8 Seconds with Luke Perry. (Tangent: I still remember what Dylan McKay had on his answering machine on 90210- "This is Dylan. You know the drill." Speaking of 90210, the other day we were flipping through the channels and I shrieked, "Bobby, go back! Go back!! That's Andrea Zuckerman!" I made him go back to the lifetime B movie so I could identify the most obscure character on the 90's primetime soap opera I watched in high school. Yeah, that makes me look smart. I've lost the ability to conjugate French verbs and I can't remember how to do algebra, but I remember the nerdy girl's name from 90210. Awesome.) Everywhere I turn lately I am seeing evidence that I'm becoming a small-town Missouri girl. Like last night at the rodeo when I was trying to stifle a "yeehaw." Or the other day when I saw part of a music video while I was flipping through channels and I found someone (Kid Rock)- who not long ago completely repulsed me- the slightest bit attractive. What's happening to me?
So back to the bull-riding. I looked at Bobby and asked him, "it is okay that we have little girls here watching this?" We had Franny's friend Quincy there with us and I was worried that the cowboys getting bucked off the bulls was too violent for them. Bobby said, "Oh no, no." We watched about 5 bull-riders get bucked off and then there were some guys on horses trying to corral the bull back into the enclosure. They almost had him there when at the last second he darted to the right and outside of the arena. We had arrived late and Sophie, Quincy, Franny, and I were all sitting on a bench and Bobby was standing on the side of the stadium right next to us, totally exposed and only ten feet from the runaway bull! With nothing in between them, except one or two other spectators! Bobby said he didn't really have a chance to get scared, because by the time we all really knew what was happening, the bull was off and running away from the arena. It was all very exciting! Bobby took this picture of the bull. I love how it looks like there is blood dripping from his mouth. This would make a great cover picture if things had turned bad last night, especially with those demon eyes. The blood of innocent bystanders...